Gemotions

The email notification chimed, a small, innocent sound that sent a jolt of pure dread through his body. "Brian Thompson wants to connect with you." He stared at the screen, his breath catching in his throat. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to flee.

His palms began to sweat, slick against his mouse. He remembered Brian's intimidating presence, the way he would dominate the schoolyard. He felt the crushing weight of his past failures, the feeling of being constantly inadequate. The feeling of not being good enough.

He pushed back from his desk, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. He paced the room, his movements erratic and jerky. He felt a tightness in his chest, a sense of impending doom. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to break free from this invisible chain that bound him to the past.